I look up at him while he’s in my mouth. Slide my hand into my own underwear. His pupils blow.
“Yeah?” he breathes. “You getting yourself off while you suck my cock?”
I moan around him. The vibration goes through him and his hips jerk and he says my name in a voice I’ve never heard.
“Look at you.” His head falls back. “Look at you.”
I take him deeper. My throat works around him. I hollow my cheeks and listen to the rhythm break apart in his chest, my own fingers between my legs moving in time with my mouth.
“Your throat feels like heaven.” Fingers flexing in my hair. His hips moving in small controlled lifts off the couch. “Slow down — no — don’t. Don’t stop. Just like that. Fuck, you’re good at this.”
I pull off until just the tip is between my lips, flick my tongue against the slit, taste the salty bead of moisture there, then take him to the hilt again. My nose presses into the coarse hair at his base and I swallow around him.
“Nova — shit —”
His voice drops lower and lower until it’s barely a sound at all. That’s how I know he’s close — when the words stop and it’s just breath and my name and his hand in my hair holding on.
I press my fingers harder against myself. I’m close too. From this. From sucking him off with his hand in my hair and his voice falling apart above me. I’ve never come from this alone before and I’m going to in about ten seconds and I can’t say anything because my mouth is stuffed full.
I double down. My hand twisting at his base while my mouth works the head, my own fingers pressing circles between my legs.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “Nova — baby — I’m—”
I don’t pull off. Press down. Hum around him.
He grunts out a raw broken sound and his hips buck off the couch and his cock pulses and he’s flooding my mouth — and I come.
I come on my own hand with his cock in my throat. A muffled sound against him, my thighs locking around my hand, the orgasm sharp and shocking and wholly mine.
He feels it through me — the vibration, the way my throat works around him while I shake — and his hand fists in my hair like he’s holding on to his last breath.
I swallow him down and stay with him through it, riding out every wave until he collapses back, spent.
I sit back on my heels. Look up.
He’s looking down at me with his mouth open and his chest heaving and an expression that is not a normal expression for Jax Mercer.
“Are you…did you—”
“Yeah.”
“While you—”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus, Nova.”
He gets his hands under my arms and pulls me up off the floor, hard, almost rough. Onto his lap. Holds me there with my legs straddling his thighs and his arms around my back and his face pressed against my throat.
“Give me a second.”
“Take it.”
His breath is hot against my collarbone. His heart hammering against my chest. I can feel him still semi-hard between my thighs and I am going to be insane about this man.
After a second his hands move. Slide up my back. One unhooks my bra and pulls it off. The other comes up to my jaw and tilts my face down to his and he kisses me hard. I make a sound into him.
“My turn,” he says.
